Life isn’t often what we expect. At it’s best, life is a journey through the slightly rolling hills of mid-Ohio. When life it at it’s worst, the trek becomes more like hiking through the Rocky Mountains or the Grand Canyon. Most of the time, the ups and downs, curves and twists of the WV hills are more descriptive of our life’s excursions.
Lately, I’ve been feeling the need for some flatlands, a rest at the beach would be ideal. There have been too many ups and downs, twists and turns that have kept me overly spent on adrenalin in this last year or so. It’s time for rest in order to re-charge. However, life’s transition times don’t always offer us that respite. I’m reminded, though, that God is our refuge, our rest, our rescue in all of life, especially in the seemingly unending mountainess adventures.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.Psalm 46:1-3